Good Time Charlie, Journal Entry 1/23/22
Charlie has been gone for awhile. Morgen finally admitted that he didn’t like me. I remember when I was a teenager, my dad told me the strangest thing. He said, that if I was a teen in the 60s, I would’ve been one of Charlie’s followers. I really have no idea what he meant by that, or why he even thought it. Maybe because the Manson Family lived in the hills outside Simi Valley? The only thing I can think is that I really loved the music from the 60s, and even did paintings of John Lennon and Abbie Hoffman. I often had the feeling that I was born in the wrong decade, or at least wished very hard that I could’ve been around during the whole flower power movement. Psychedelics and garage rock would’ve been a great time for a teenager! But does that make me a Manson follower?
No, I don’t think I would’ve been one of Charlie’s followers. I’m too stubborn. He liked girls that did what he wanted. There must have been something very special about him to get the obedience, love and fear that he got from his followers. I used to think Charlie must’ve been a genius, even though he was illiterate. He had been tested and got 105 on an IQ test, which is considered in the normal/high IQ range, so not a genius. Early on, he was heavily influenced by Scientology and the book “How to Win Friends and Influence People.” He used this throughout his life. I read a book about him, and he was able to talk people in prison through high experiences and they say it was just like taking drugs. Charlie did a guided meditation for Danny Trejo when they were locked up together in 1961 that made him believe he was on heroine. Charlie must have been able to hypnotize people. Maybe he wasn’t a genius in math and reading, but I think he might have been above average when it came to understanding people.
I think Charlie would’ve liked being at my house before we got rid of all the negative activity, when the biker and demons were still here. Now though, we just have learned too much. We won’t be controlled or pushed around by the spirit world again, and that might not be too fun for Charlie.
Charles Manson’s Mugshot, 1968